LINGERING MUSIC

The strings of my harp are broken

The drummers are nowhere to be found

The singers have all run away

But tell me oh Mind! 

Just sitting in silence by the cold stone wall

Why does music still linger in my ears ?  

LET GO

The black hole of craving!

The illusion understanding!

The silence of suffering!

The anger of denial!

Oh! Just let go!  

WOUNDED SOUL

In this cloudless sky of silence

Words have a no more meaning

My hands shiver!

My eyes are tearing up!

It’s been a long time!

My mouth is parched up and dry

As the moonlight creeps up behind the hills of sorrow

As even darkness wears a brighter face

Will the shadow of my wounded soul

Smile behind the veil of hope?

SERPENT WITHIN

Wordless cravings , writhing within!

Urging actions, forbidden!

Green was the apple; when eve had bitten!

Heed not oh soul; to the serpent within! 

PARTHIAN THUD

In this merry go round of life

Don't get too dizzy!

Don’t get too carried away!

What takes you up today!  

Will also you bring down!

You may feel high now

But you too, will hit the ground

Some care for you

Some don’t! 

You care for some

For some, you don’t! 

Despite all this entanglement! 

Whether you trip or not

We’ll all fall down!

Falling freely to the ground!

The one and all, fixed destination!

Each one, has only a different trajectory!  

Some enter early!

Some just linger!

Some leave you helpless!

Some; you just don’t care!  

Despite all of this disparity

Sooner or later!

All of us will end with a parthian thud!

So dear friend!  The heretic says!

Dive down with ebullience!  

WUTHERING WOOS

Vitriolic wishes!

Wuthering woos!

Vanquished and vandalized!

A vicious mind vindicating passion!

Oh how Venomous can it get!

OM

Om !   The humble beginning

Om !  The final end!

Om! The ultimate salvation!

Invariant in three states of awareness

Awake, dreaming and deep sleep

Invariant in form or manifestation

Formless and featureless

Yet the root of all things material

The essence of all things immaterial

Om! Om! Om!

As I selflessly chant in union!

Om!   The humble beginning!

Om!  The final end!

Om! The ultimate salvation!

Oh! Mighty Brahm! All pervasive! Sentient and omniscient!

Let my meager  soul break free!

WHITHER IS THY PROMISE LAND

Sailing thoughts on the distant horizon

Get caught up in whirl winds of untamed emotion

Unsettled and unsatisfied

As the waves of craving crash ashore

The ocean of delusion violently roars!  

 As passion sinks in this grave of lust and brine

Dragging with it; my self-chained human soul!

Oh Lord! My saviour!   

Whither is thy promised land of salvation? 

BURNING SOUL

The clouds of compassion have moved away

And the empty sky is barren blue

Scattered in between

The worlds of existence and non existence

My crimson soul is crackling and burning!

Burning in the fire of hatred and lust!

As my soul is lost as smoke, from my charring flesh

Where lies within; the grey ashes of my “self” ?

PARENCHYMA

Empty forms; empty shapes

Filling up to make up space

Inert in thought

Perception and action

Existence lost to the without

Within left in delusion

Vegetating in ignorant bliss!  

Oh!  This torpid Parenchyma!